#AmericanWriters
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names ' from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to ...
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering